iNSiGNiFiCANT LETTER

Who am I to this world?

I happen to be an ugly gentlemen; I am being noticed at least by half a million people.

Should I call myself a man of ultimate fame?

I wake up with little dream than what others have for their day;

I ask little less than what others ask for a day.

I do little less than what others do in a day;

I get little less than what others get in a day.

I was walking in the north-west corridor of ‘Koyambedu’ which happens to be one of the biggest vegetables and fruits market in India. It was gloomy and it was becoming dark. Sometime later it started pouring from the sky. I rushed seeking for shelter. On my way I metaphorically rammed over a guy who appeared to be sleeping. The place was messy; the ground was covered by the carpet of vegetable wastes over which I was standing. Shops behind were lit up, they were glowing under the modified bud shaped glass which was translucent and was serving as a home for the bright glowing wire filament. I looked at the man who was down even after it started pouring. I saw few people enjoying the rain by putting their hands out by standing inside the shade. It was a happy moment for the crowd who were budding along the edges of market corridors. Few had frowned face. I managed catching an auto and reached the nearby railway station.

I am a beggar; I was standing in the railway station. I witnessed many people sitting or standing in the railway station; few were sleeping. I saw an ugly looking gentleman, smart looking maniac, handful of beautiful girls, and few middle aged woman and plenty of ordinary looking people. Of these, people earn irrespective of how they look and what they do and few are care of platforms, few fill excel sheets and earn more than an engineer.

Aim of these gentle men and women were the same, to entrain the train, irrespective of caste, creed, colour, wealth, nationality and reach their destinations. In the middle where did this one letter come from? This word describes the puffed up feeling of one’s pride. It is hard for a person to tame that feel.

We came into existence as a baby which had nothing, and knew nothing. We die knowing something which is literally nothing and we had something which we are not taking. We travel from birth to death which is our destination. Here, where did this ‘I’ come from? Where did selfishness, ego, hatred, possessiveness, oppressiveness, and obsessive nature comes from?

Every human should possess all these to an extent; more of these will make you inhuman by words, actions and deeds, which will disrupt the venal form of yours one day or the other.

I am yet another prosperous beggar, craving for money in anticipation toward rewards and appraisal in the corporate world.

I have this ‘I’ feeling as what others have and I am trying to tame the same.

Subject Idea by Krishna Prasad

Lollipop girl!

I was leaning right in front of her over a pole, air in between really separated us. I feel really glad to write about my dear Ms. Lollipop.

I never watched you blurting, screaming, or laughing on the day you were licking your lollipop with a little smile. I have seen so many kids licking lollipop but what I witnessed it now after 23 years of my existence in this planet, it is a visual treat.

On my first sight you were a girl with loads of attitude other than a lollipop in your possession and I thought you were a big time show off!! I had many things in my bag of opinions. I used to see you almost daily at the railway station but still wouldn’t talk to you and after three days of same monotonous reactions from your side, I just walked towards you. Even then things didn’t go well. I hope you can understand what I’ve meant Lolly! I’ll also never forget that. Both of us didn’t have good opinion on each other, not even a kind of pretty good as, I was constantly interrupting you while you were infesting your cheeks with the saliva laden lollipop that you licked for hours or at least you seem that way. You didn’t want me to be around you I guess. Our opinions were taunting our own brain or at least it happened for me [:D]. A week went by and the happenings ticked the clock faster. One fine day I was standing in formals as always, I came to know something from the mystical smile of yours which would literally blow off million candles if they were around. You came into realization that I was not all ‘THAT’ bad… Umm!

So many sweet, sexy, beautiful, ugly girls go past me in the railway station. But you were a debonair of a class, relatively calm, and gentle. The SWEETEST girl with the mystical eyes who pierces my heart every night.

I once thought I would make you realize one day that I am worth every bit for you. It shouldn’t just be the “happy go lucky” nature, we saw each other every day but I don’t know whether your stunningly sculptured sexy figure stays in my mind and the haunting eyes of yours Ahh! God! Just can’t imagine. So, I decided to take a snap of yours and I did that with ease as I had a Tele lens.

One day I came with all the glee on my face to see you but that morning everything changed I was not able to see you and I heard from someone that you won’t be here…. As long as the minute hand and hour hand in the clock ticks, as long as sun rises and sets, changes happen.

People change their boarding point, as their destination change. I hope I see you some day. But some bonds last forever.

I won’t be able to see you in the railway station again as the advertisement board have been removed.